Shadow, Is It a Statue?

Ye Jinghong's cry reminded me that blades were not very effective against these vines. I had also seen that the vine Ying Gou had just severed quickly recovered and grew back.

No matter how fast your blade was, it could not outpace its recovery.

Even if we were all exhausted to the brink of death, these vines would not be completely destroyed.

That was why Ye Jinghong suggested using fire.

They were all wood, so fire was indeed the most effective method.

Flames appeared between my fingers, not just a tiny flicker, but a flame as large as a lotus blossom.

The moment the flames appeared, the vines all retreated like mice seeing a cat.

Ying Gou said bitterly, "You run when you see fire? If you've got guts, don't run!"

Those vines had put him through hell just now. He was full of resentment, yet had no chance to vent it.

Ye Jinghong had not expected the Samadhi True Fire to work so well. It had not even been used yet; merely showing it had cowed the vines into submission.

Ye Jinghong coughed lightly. "Can you give me some of that fire?" She had seen how formidable the Samadhi True Fire was and wanted me to give her some.

Of course, I was not stingy. I agreed at once and was genuinely about to split off a flame for her.

But Ying Gou said from the side, "Are you trying to get her killed? Do you think she can withstand the Samadhi True Fire?" I froze, and Ye Jinghong realized it too. She sighed and said awkwardly, "What a pity. Such powerful Samadhi True Fire, yet I have no affinity with it at all."

Ying Gou laughed. "Sometimes that's just how it is. You want everything and want to